After a long rough yet somewhat enjoyable night sleep a man laying on a flat hard bed sat up looking around. The officer was in the room straitening her tie ,and making sure her hair wasn't messy before leaving the cell room. The man got up ,and looked into the mirror to see his reflection. He saw a 24 year old man that stood at 5'7 ft. He had pale skin and a slender build. He had dull orange eyes, faded light brown hair that was short ,but messy. The hair on the right side of his head was an inch long and spiky, while the hair on the left side of his hair went all the way down to his jawline ,and had a purple star highlighted on it. He hid his eye bags ,and bloodshot red eyes under a pair of sunglasses.
He looked down at his clothes; he wore a neon blue shirt with green, red ,and purple splash marks across it followed by the words 'Grim Creaper' On the front. He wore a brown leather jacket with white fur along the edges. He had a thick gold chain necklace as well as several gold rings. He wore faded jeans with various stains, scratch marks ,and patches covering holes(the patches are various shades or red).
He looked further down at his red socks ,and grabbed his red running shoes with gray stripes on the sides. After putting them on he looked at the officer who scowled at him, "Nothing happened, understood? I don't wanna catch you in here again, alright?" The officer said. "Sure sure... Clear as crystal" The man said. The officer rolled her eyes at his remark ,but smiled after he left.
He walked down the street casually making his way down the streets of Rustboro City. Despite being in a hurry he had to walk as his driver's license was still suspended. So he continued to walk and walk until he finally met his destination, just a few minutes late. He walked inside the building. He saw familiar faces sitting in a circle. He walked over ,and took a seat. A man in a clean dressed suit held a clipboard with various pages and notes. The person in the suit pointed at the man whom had walked into the room late. The man let out a sigh, "My name is Fawke Love ,and I am an alcoholic..." Fawke said, turning his pale orange eyes towards the man in the clean suit. "Hello Fawke, Nice to meet you" Everyone in the room said in Unison. Fawke told his story ,and the AA meeting eventually ended. As Fawke left, he saw his friend Johnny Silverpalm.
Johnny was at the age of 24 and stood at 5'11 ft. He had a bright short silver buzz cut with a tall red mohawk in the center. His eyes were bright blue ,and he had a scar on his left cheek ,and had a somewhat overweight build. He wore a loose gray t-shirt, with a jean jacket on top of that. He had the words 'Black-Eyed Samurai' Written on the back in bright purple letters. He also had a silver watch on his left hand. As well as brown pants ,and black leather shoes.
"Look what the cat dragged up? Fawke, you look like shhh. The heck happened to you man?" Johnny said. "Maaan... I know I'm lookin' fly this morning. Stop hatin', my dude... Where's Alice? Didn't she get my text message? And what about Donovan? I said we were supposed to drop that fire album today, didn't I?" Fawke said. He began scratching the back of his head, fidgeting, biting his fingernails ,and tapping his heel on the ground as he looked back and fourth. Left and right, wondering when Alice was going to show up.
"Dam bro, calm your shhh, man!" Johnny said patting Fawke across the back. Fawke looked at Johnny with a look of anger, nervousness ,and impatience, "Your right... I need to get a hold'a my self" Fawke said. He took a deep breath, Does that store across the street have any water?" Fawke asked. Johnny looked at Fawke with slight annoyance, "It's a gas station... of course they have bottled water man! Dam! Alice sent me a text message a minute ago saying she would be here! If you read your text messages for once you'd know she messaged you too, stupid! It's group message! No clue where Donovan is, that lazy bum is just as bad as you. You two never read your text messages!" Johnny added.
Fawke wasn't even listening to Johnny at this point ,and continued across the street. He went inside ,and grabbed a bottle of water ,and a can of beer. He bought the two drinks at the counter ,and headed out the side door. He went behind the store to poor half the water onto the ground ,and proceeded to open the alcohol ,and poor some into the water. After the water bottle began to overflow he tossed the beer at the dumber which missed. He decided to leave it on the ground ,and continued to walk back to Johnny. "Better?" Johnny asked. "Better" Fawke said. As Fawke drank his drink he took a occasional mint from a small metal container in his pocket to cover the smell on his breath.
A woman with a shiny toxicroak eventually walked by. She looked to be 26 ,and stood around 5'2 ft. Her hair was blonde and went all the way down to her hips. She had green ,and blue highlights ,and red highlights in between the blue highlights. She had somewhat tan skin ,and dark brown eyes ,and a fairly curvy build. She wore a purple v-neck t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off and a faded pink hoodie halfway zipped up which said 'Boutique Freak' on the front in glittery bright pink letters. She wore a yellow skirt with black leggings underneath ,and yellow sneakers.
"Wow you look like shhh today, Fawke. Also wheres the other bum?" the lady said. "I know right? That's what I said! Also, still no clue where Donovan is" Johnny said. "I look fly, Alice. Thanks for bringing Doku with you" Fawke said looking at the toxicroak. The toxicroak looked pleased to see Fawke. It was his first pokémon after all. Doku walked over to him cheerfully. "I got your other pokémon too" Alice said, handing Fawke his other pokéballs.
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Johnny Silverpalm had his ace, escavalier as well as a forretress ,and a skaromory. Alice Clair had her ace, sigilyph as well as a girafarig ,and a jynx.
"Glad they are all doing well... Thanks again Alice" Fawke said. Seeing his pokéballs as well as Doku helped put Fawke's nerves at ease. He smiled, "You guys ready to raise some hell?" Fawke said with a twisted grin. Johnny and Alice both smiled.
They then made their way to Fawke's place where they continued to work on an upcoming song called 'Choppin' In". Fawke was the lead singer of the band 'Cold Blooded Passion', Johnny was on the base guitar ,and Alice played the electric guitar ,and a fourth member played the drums. The fourth member was running late. A man named Donovan.
Donovan Marrow was a 22 year old man at the height of 5'10 ft. Donovan is a dark skinned man with long dreadlocks combed back ,and the sides of his head shaved. He has light green eyes ,and a somewhat muscular build. He wore a gray tanktop with a bright purple blazer with neon green lines running vertically down his coat ,and sleeves. His blazer had the words 'Caffeine Machine' written in between the lines on his sleeves. He wore purple jogging pants underneath as well as plain socks ,and bright blue hi-tops. Donovan had an ace spiritomb as well as a gyarados ,and a skuntank.
Before the trio could begin playing, someone burst through the back door. Kicking the door wide open. Someone walked into the house ,and the trio could hear the person open the fridge ,and crack open a can. They heard the fridge door slam shut followed by a loud slurping sound as the person slowly made its way towards the room they were in. The door slung wide open to reveal it was just plain ol' Donovan who helped himself to one of Fawke's beers. Fawke didn't mind since he had far too much stashed away at his lake house. "Took ya long enough princess" Johnny said. "Hop on the drums queeny!" Alice said. Donovan put his beer down for a moment and looked at Fawke for a moment, "Well don't you look fly today?" Donovan said before continuing to slurp his drink.
Donovan was just saying that to stay on Fawke's good side ,and so he could keep getting free booze. Donovan sat down by his drums ,and the four began playing their music at ungodly loud volumes. They eventually finished playing for the day ,and ate lunch. For the most part Fawke was mostly thinking about gambling. Johnny obviously warned him to which Fawke blatantly ignored again. It was gambling night ,and he was planning on heading out to gamble away some of his money again. This week, they were supposed to meet up at Littleroot Town.
(To be continued...)
He looked down at his clothes; he wore a neon blue shirt with green, red ,and purple splash marks across it followed by the words 'Grim Creaper' On the front. He wore a brown leather jacket with white fur along the edges. He had a thick gold chain necklace as well as several gold rings. He wore faded jeans with various stains, scratch marks ,and patches covering holes(the patches are various shades or red).
He looked further down at his red socks ,and grabbed his red running shoes with gray stripes on the sides. After putting them on he looked at the officer who scowled at him, "Nothing happened, understood? I don't wanna catch you in here again, alright?" The officer said. "Sure sure... Clear as crystal" The man said. The officer rolled her eyes at his remark ,but smiled after he left.
He walked down the street casually making his way down the streets of Rustboro City. Despite being in a hurry he had to walk as his driver's license was still suspended. So he continued to walk and walk until he finally met his destination, just a few minutes late. He walked inside the building. He saw familiar faces sitting in a circle. He walked over ,and took a seat. A man in a clean dressed suit held a clipboard with various pages and notes. The person in the suit pointed at the man whom had walked into the room late. The man let out a sigh, "My name is Fawke Love ,and I am an alcoholic..." Fawke said, turning his pale orange eyes towards the man in the clean suit. "Hello Fawke, Nice to meet you" Everyone in the room said in Unison. Fawke told his story ,and the AA meeting eventually ended. As Fawke left, he saw his friend Johnny Silverpalm.
Johnny was at the age of 24 and stood at 5'11 ft. He had a bright short silver buzz cut with a tall red mohawk in the center. His eyes were bright blue ,and he had a scar on his left cheek ,and had a somewhat overweight build. He wore a loose gray t-shirt, with a jean jacket on top of that. He had the words 'Black-Eyed Samurai' Written on the back in bright purple letters. He also had a silver watch on his left hand. As well as brown pants ,and black leather shoes.
"Look what the cat dragged up? Fawke, you look like shhh. The heck happened to you man?" Johnny said. "Maaan... I know I'm lookin' fly this morning. Stop hatin', my dude... Where's Alice? Didn't she get my text message? And what about Donovan? I said we were supposed to drop that fire album today, didn't I?" Fawke said. He began scratching the back of his head, fidgeting, biting his fingernails ,and tapping his heel on the ground as he looked back and fourth. Left and right, wondering when Alice was going to show up.
"Dam bro, calm your shhh, man!" Johnny said patting Fawke across the back. Fawke looked at Johnny with a look of anger, nervousness ,and impatience, "Your right... I need to get a hold'a my self" Fawke said. He took a deep breath, Does that store across the street have any water?" Fawke asked. Johnny looked at Fawke with slight annoyance, "It's a gas station... of course they have bottled water man! Dam! Alice sent me a text message a minute ago saying she would be here! If you read your text messages for once you'd know she messaged you too, stupid! It's group message! No clue where Donovan is, that lazy bum is just as bad as you. You two never read your text messages!" Johnny added.
Fawke wasn't even listening to Johnny at this point ,and continued across the street. He went inside ,and grabbed a bottle of water ,and a can of beer. He bought the two drinks at the counter ,and headed out the side door. He went behind the store to poor half the water onto the ground ,and proceeded to open the alcohol ,and poor some into the water. After the water bottle began to overflow he tossed the beer at the dumber which missed. He decided to leave it on the ground ,and continued to walk back to Johnny. "Better?" Johnny asked. "Better" Fawke said. As Fawke drank his drink he took a occasional mint from a small metal container in his pocket to cover the smell on his breath.
A woman with a shiny toxicroak eventually walked by. She looked to be 26 ,and stood around 5'2 ft. Her hair was blonde and went all the way down to her hips. She had green ,and blue highlights ,and red highlights in between the blue highlights. She had somewhat tan skin ,and dark brown eyes ,and a fairly curvy build. She wore a purple v-neck t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off and a faded pink hoodie halfway zipped up which said 'Boutique Freak' on the front in glittery bright pink letters. She wore a yellow skirt with black leggings underneath ,and yellow sneakers.
"Wow you look like shhh today, Fawke. Also wheres the other bum?" the lady said. "I know right? That's what I said! Also, still no clue where Donovan is" Johnny said. "I look fly, Alice. Thanks for bringing Doku with you" Fawke said looking at the toxicroak. The toxicroak looked pleased to see Fawke. It was his first pokémon after all. Doku walked over to him cheerfully. "I got your other pokémon too" Alice said, handing Fawke his other pokéballs.
Johnny Silverpalm had his ace, escavalier as well as a forretress ,and a skaromory. Alice Clair had her ace, sigilyph as well as a girafarig ,and a jynx.
"Glad they are all doing well... Thanks again Alice" Fawke said. Seeing his pokéballs as well as Doku helped put Fawke's nerves at ease. He smiled, "You guys ready to raise some hell?" Fawke said with a twisted grin. Johnny and Alice both smiled.
They then made their way to Fawke's place where they continued to work on an upcoming song called 'Choppin' In". Fawke was the lead singer of the band 'Cold Blooded Passion', Johnny was on the base guitar ,and Alice played the electric guitar ,and a fourth member played the drums. The fourth member was running late. A man named Donovan.
Donovan Marrow was a 22 year old man at the height of 5'10 ft. Donovan is a dark skinned man with long dreadlocks combed back ,and the sides of his head shaved. He has light green eyes ,and a somewhat muscular build. He wore a gray tanktop with a bright purple blazer with neon green lines running vertically down his coat ,and sleeves. His blazer had the words 'Caffeine Machine' written in between the lines on his sleeves. He wore purple jogging pants underneath as well as plain socks ,and bright blue hi-tops. Donovan had an ace spiritomb as well as a gyarados ,and a skuntank.
Before the trio could begin playing, someone burst through the back door. Kicking the door wide open. Someone walked into the house ,and the trio could hear the person open the fridge ,and crack open a can. They heard the fridge door slam shut followed by a loud slurping sound as the person slowly made its way towards the room they were in. The door slung wide open to reveal it was just plain ol' Donovan who helped himself to one of Fawke's beers. Fawke didn't mind since he had far too much stashed away at his lake house. "Took ya long enough princess" Johnny said. "Hop on the drums queeny!" Alice said. Donovan put his beer down for a moment and looked at Fawke for a moment, "Well don't you look fly today?" Donovan said before continuing to slurp his drink.
Donovan was just saying that to stay on Fawke's good side ,and so he could keep getting free booze. Donovan sat down by his drums ,and the four began playing their music at ungodly loud volumes. They eventually finished playing for the day ,and ate lunch. For the most part Fawke was mostly thinking about gambling. Johnny obviously warned him to which Fawke blatantly ignored again. It was gambling night ,and he was planning on heading out to gamble away some of his money again. This week, they were supposed to meet up at Littleroot Town.
(To be continued...)
